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- Yang Yi is very leisurely, but Xiao Yi is very busy. Yang Yi brought a lot of people out of Beijing this time, but they were scattered to various states and counties for overt and covert inspections. All kinds of news came in every day, and Xiao Yi sorted it out before handing it over to Yang Yi for the final decision. decide; decide
Every few days, Yang Yi would submit a memorial to the court based on the local facts he had collected. Of course, this memorial was also ghostwritten by Xiao Yi.
In this way, Yang Yi will have enough time to take Qing Niang and Adela to enjoy the scenery in various places.
The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan makes people forget to leave, and it is the beautiful spring season. Yang Yi decided to stay in Suzhou for two more days. Qingniang and Adela were delighted to hear this.
Qingniang immediately proposed to visit Hanshan Temple, for no other reason. Qingniang mainly went there because of Zhang Ji’s song "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge".
The misty rain in Jiangnan is very distinctive. It usually lasts for several days at a time. It is as fine as fog and as light as smoke. Since arriving in Suzhou, this misty rain has never cleared up.
But this will not affect Qingniang's interest. On the contrary, the unique taste of apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River makes Qingniang more poetic.
After declining Xia Mingqing's company, Yang Yi took Qing Niang's Adela in the boat again and headed towards Hanshan Temple. People who have never been to Suzhou may misunderstand that Hanshan Temple is built on a mountain. In fact, it is not the case. Hanshan Temple is actually located on the mountain. The canal in the west of Suzhou City is not on the mountain.
Hanshan Temple was built in the Tianjian period of the Liang Dynasty during the Six Dynasties period, and was originally named "Miaoli Puming Pagoda Courtyard". During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, it is said that the famous monks Hanshan and Shide came here from Tiantai Mountain to abbot here, so it was renamed Hanshan Temple.
Hanshanzi lived in Hanyan, Tangxing County, Tiantai. Use birch bark as a crown and cloth as fur shoes. Or chanting in the gallery. Or singing and roaring in the village villa, he is casual and detached. Moreover, he was the first person in China to write poetry in vernacular.
He likes to use bamboo wood to write poems on the walls of village villas, and has written more than 300 poems. The language was mostly in vernacular. When someone laughed at him, he responded with this poem:
Some people laugh at my poetry, but my poetry is elegant.
"If you don't bother with Zheng's notes, how can you use Mao Gong's interpretation?"
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Suddenly encountering the eyes of the eyes, that is, the self -flowing world.
Of course, his vernacular poetry came after the vernacular was promoted in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. It was only when he met a discerning person that he was highly respected by others. As far as today is concerned, how can literati think highly of his poems. When people come to Hanshan Temple to enjoy the scenery, most of them come for Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge".
Since we are going to Hanshan Temple for "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge", we must go to Maple Bridge first. Along the way, the mist and rain are intoxicating, the peach and apricot banks are fragrant, and occasionally a Jiangnan tune is heard from the Wu Peng boats passing by. The song is as soft as the clear water under the bridge.
Yang Yi and the others were moored under the Fengqiao, and there were many people who came here just like them. There were several boats parked by the bridge, all of them came to pay homage to the historical site.
A beautiful poem was written by an aging brothel girl in Tokyo. You can win a huge crowd of people right away, not to mention an immortal masterpiece like "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"? The literary style in Jiangnan was at its peak, so it was normal for literati to come here in droves.
Three oil-paper umbrellas. A big white wolf, Yang Yi and three people stepped into Hanshan Temple in the rain. The smoke in the temple is curling up, it’s this rainy day. There were also many people who came to offer incense. Qing Niang and Adela also went into the main hall to offer incense before coming out to enjoy it.
There are many buildings in the temple. In addition to the Main Hall, there are also verandah halls, scripture collection towers, stele corridors, bell towers, Fengjiang Towers, etc.
The first place Qing Niang went to was naturally the Stele Corridor, because this was the place with the strongest cultural atmosphere. The two girls held oil-paper umbrellas and walked in the misty ancient temple. The spring breeze attracted the admiring glances of many pilgrims.
Yang Yi couldn't help but subconsciously looked around, fearing that the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River were hiding in the dark, looking at Qing Niang and Adela with lewd eyes, just like how they commented on Qiu Xiang. Well, this is not the Ming Dynasty. Tang Bohu’s grandfather’s grandfather still doesn’t know where he is.
At this time, Qingniang stood in front of a poetry tablet and recited softly: "The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. Outside the Hanshan Temple in Gusu City, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship."
Yang Yi walked up and took a look, and saw that what was engraved on the stone tablet was Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge". It can be said that without this poem, Hanshan Temple would never be so famous, and the incense would not be so prosperous.
The inscription of this poem stele was written by Wang Gui. Wang Gui was a Jinshi in the Renzong Dynasty. He became the prime minister in the Shenzong Dynasty and served for 16 years. However, he was a typical yes-man and was jokingly called the Prime Minister of the Three Edicts by the government and the public. The three edicts are mutually beneficial, that is to say, he can only take the edict, receive the edict, and after receiving the edict, he will respond with a loud voice and get the edict.
But Wang GuiAlthough he did not do much in politics, he was not bad in knowledge. He wrote "History of the Song Dynasty and Two Dynasties" and the sequel "Song Dynasty Meeting". He has passed away now, but he doesn't want to leave any calligraphy treasure here.
After Qingniang finished reciting the verses on the poem stele, she turned back to Yang Yi and said: "Brother Yang, Ouyang Wenzhonggong once said that although Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty is a rare masterpiece, but at the third watch, It's not the time to ring the bell. Zhang Ji's poem is suspected of being made up.
There have always been different opinions on whether there was really a custom of ringing bells at midnight in Wuzhong area during the Tang Dynasty. It is difficult to conclude. Brother Yang, what is your opinion? "
Yang Yi smiled and asked: "What about you, Qing Niang, what do you think?"
"I agree with Ouyang Wenzhonggong. Ringing the bell in the middle of the night is indeed unreasonable. Brother Yang was born in Jiangnan. Do you have a different opinion?"
Qing Niang particularly admired Ouyang Xiu, and especially loved the line "How deep is the courtyard" in Ouyang Xiu's lyrics. She also used "How deep is the courtyard" as the beginning, and composed three poems "Butterfly Love Flower". , her love for Ouyang Ci can be seen from this, so it is not surprising that she agrees with Ouyang Xiu's statement when it is difficult for all parties to reach a conclusion.
Yang Yi said with a smile: "Qing Niang, you and Ouyang Wenzhong are wrong this time. As far as I know, the monks in the Wuzhong area of ??the Tang Dynasty did have the custom of ringing bells at midnight, which is called the "Dingye Bell" ;
For example, Bai Juyi's poem: "Under the shadow of the pine trees in the new autumn, after the midnight bell." Yu Hu's poem: "I know that I have to say goodbye to my companions in the harem, and I should listen to the midnight bell of Gou Mountain." Wen Tingyun's poem: "I look back frequently when I am traveling leisurely, and there is no longer a pine window Midnight clock.”
These are the midnight bells that poets of the Tang Dynasty heard everywhere. Poems written. From these poems, it can be seen that Zhang Ji was not the only one who heard the midnight bell. It's just that other poems are not considered good and are not widely circulated. Everyone just didn’t pay attention. "
"Midnight clock?" Qingniang was stunned, unable to refute, she just muttered and repeated these three words.
Yang Yi’s words were well-founded and easily convincing. Qingniang thought for a moment and said, “Brother Yang, who did you hear about the midnight bell? Then why do the temples no longer ring the bell at midnight?”
Yang Yi spread his hands and said with a smile: "How do I know this? Times have changed, and Buddhism has always been about advancing with the times. I'm afraid the monks are afraid that ringing the bell in the middle of the night will disturb people's dreams. The people are unhappy, and no one donates sesame oil. money, so they gave up the midnight clock.”
"Hehe, Brother Yang is talking nonsense." Qingniang and Adela were so amused that they laughed.
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly a Buddha's call came from behind Yang Yi. When he looked back, he saw an old monk with white hair and beard walking slowly behind him, followed by two young monks. The old monk had a kind face, but the two young monks behind him had unhappy expressions on their faces. look like.
No wonder, Yang Yi’s words just now were full of ridicule. The young monk was naturally unhappy after hearing this.
"Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again, and then said: "The poor monk Juekong, Tian is the abbot of this temple, and Taifu Yang, along with layman Yi An and this female benefactor, came to our temple. It is really a blessing for this temple."
This old monk is very good at everything. He even didn't miss Adela when he said hello. The question is whether he can figure it out. How do you know the identities of me and Qingniang?
Yang Yi also returned the gift, then smiled and said: "Master, aren't you worried about admitting the wrong person?"
Monk Juekong replied calmly: "It's not surprising that the poor monk can recognize Taifu Yang. Taifu Yang and Yi'an layman Long Zhang Fengzi are born with talents that complement each other. It has long been spread as a good story, and this poor monk will not admit his mistake. One of the two reasons;
Furthermore, Ouyang Wenzhonggong has not yet been able to verify the midnight clock, but Yang Donor has it at his fingertips. It is reasonable and well-founded, which makes people have to believe in the theory of the midnight clock. There are young talents with such knowledge, except for Yang Taifu. Don’t give second thoughts;
There is one more thing, that is, this white-haired wolf king. The white wolf king accompanied Master Yang to fight for the country. There are countless legends in the world. The only person in the world who can tame such strange beasts is Master Yang. "
Yang Yi and Qing Niang looked at each other unconsciously. After the old monk said it, he realized that there were really many flaws in this "invisible private visit"?
"Master, although I can verify that there was a midnight clock in the Tang Dynasty, I don't know why there is no midnight clock now. As the abbot of Hanshan Temple, master, I think you can clear up our doubts?" Yang Yi decided to embarrass the old monk again.
"Amitabha!" Monk Juekong was indeed in a dilemma. Hundreds of years had passed, Hanshan Temple had been burned down by fire, the classic texts from the Tang Dynasty were no longer there, and Hanshan Temple had long lost the habit of ringing the bell in the middle of the night. The specific reasons could not be verified.
"Amitabha, as donor Yang said, Hanshan Temple is connected to the market. The monks in the past must have been afraid that ringing the bell in the middle of the night would disturb people's dreams and disturb all living beings.I was annoyed and ran out of money for sesame oil, so I stopped setting the night clock. "
Yang Yi was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter, and couldn't help but feel a little better about this wise old monk.
When the old monk Juekong saw Yang Yi's hearty smile, he lost no time in saying: "It is really a blessing for the temple that Taifu Yang can set foot in our temple today. The poor monk has already prepared tea with the monks at Fengjiang Tower, waiting for the three donors. I hope you can The three benefactors can enjoy the sight and go to taste the new tea produced in this temple."
Yang Yi was recognized and was no longer polite. He followed Monk Juekong out of the stele corridor and walked westward to the garden on the south side of the mountain gate.
There are Changle Pond, Tower Shadow Bridge and Duowen Pavilion in the garden. It is quiet and pleasant with scattered flowers and trees. The first floor of Fengjiang is located here. This pavilion has exquisite carvings and beautiful architecture.
Yang Yi and his entourage climbed up the building to take in the panoramic view of the mountains, green waters, and green fields with red towers. Monk Juekong personally accompanied him. His language was humorous and Zen-like, and his casual and detached mind was very much the legacy of Han Shanzi. Yang Yi had a great time chatting with him.
After talking about speculation, Juekong said with a smile: "Taifu Yang is a gifted man. People in the world call him Su Yang and Taifu Yang. How lucky is this poor monk today to have Taifu Yang's guidance? I only hope that Taifu Yang can stay." These calligraphy treasures are for future generations to admire, and add a good story to this temple. If you get this, the poor monk will have no regrets!"
Yang Yi had long expected that Juekong would invite him to come and taste tea, so he would definitely not miss the opportunity to ask for pen and ink. With Yang Yi's current reputation, if he could ask him to leave some pen and ink, Hanshan Temple would benefit greatly.
Yang Yi knew that if he tried to dodge today, Juekong would try every possible means to entangle him. He didn't bother to think too much, so he immediately wrote down a seven-character poem:
The temple tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important place in the southeast of Yumi.
"I only cherish the tooth man's pursuit of profit, but I don't hear the fishing fire and appreciate the poet."
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As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives.
After Juekong got the poem, he felt happy and immediately ordered the monks to find someone to carve a poem into a stele to attract visitors from all over the world.
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